Event Twenty-One

[awashmods]

Sometimes I feel happy, Sometimes I feel sad. Sometimes I feel curious, Sometimes I feel mad. Sometimes I feel silly, Sometimes I feel surprised. How many feelings, Do I have inside?

t's another regular, normal day in the Town. There's absolutely nothing to show that anything could possibly be wrong; the birds are chirping, the sky is bright, and everything is absolutely, entirely wrong. This time, though? The problem is internal. Slowly, bit by bit, people are going to stop feeling entirely like themselves -- or maybe even stop feeling at all. And suddenly that nice, bright day doesn't seem quite so nice and not quite so bright any longer after all. Welcome to Awash's Twenty-First event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[noholdsbard]

“Such kind words…” And yet… “And yet, I cannot help but feel that there are consequences behind those.”

[troubadamsel]

An eyebrow raise. "I can't help but feel you're always looking for open wounds all over your body."

Just take the damn compliment, buddy.

[noholdsbard]

Ah, that sounds dangerous. He can’t help but chuckle.

“You are correct, of course. Such is my nature…but I see now that in doing so I must also carve out wounds in another. Pray forgive me.”

[troubadamsel]

"If I do, I don't want to hear another negative thing about you for the rest of the day."

She figures a day is his limit.

[noholdsbard]

…Dammit, you win, Maribelle.

“As you wish.”

[troubadamsel]

"Then you are forgiven."

Disgust is gone, but "being a smartass" isn't, so she can't help but smile.